tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41617214561972238202017-09-08T16:09:39.864-07:00Making a New life in CvilleStay Prepared,
Stay caffeinated,
Stay aware,
Stay on 2 wheels,
Stay on the trails,
Stay informed,
Stay inspired,
Stay Positive.Jon Fieldsnoreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-56257760613672665752014-03-26T18:21:00.000-07:002014-03-26T18:21:09.369-07:00&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Had a First step meeting tonight and I can never think of things while I'm in the rooms but always have some decent thoughts afterwards. Recently I remembered that I relapsed in July and had an experience with a friend the morning after. I quit drinking the day that I woke up on jail but really struggled for a while because I lived with an alcoholic and didn't really have anything better to do. On July 11th I went to a show with some friends and was not going to drink because I was broke and I really didn't want to but my friend said that he was going to pay for my drinks and the flood gates opened. I put like 8 PBR's on his tab and the went home pissed off and proceeded to drink a bottle that I had bought for a friend for her birthday.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; These are all great excuses but I was not in control and was in-fact powerless over alcohol and needed help. When I woke up in jail I knew I had a problem, but when I had the feeling of no control I knew I was an alcoholic and that I needed help from others. I immediately called a friend when I woke up and asked her to have coffee with me. She had been sober for 10 years and we sat and talked for 3 hours about whatever came to mind, she told me about the program and invited me but I still didn't go.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I didn't even remember this until this week when a friend reminded me of the show, kind of broke my heart but guess what? I'm human, SURPRISE! Today I have been sober for 8 months and 15 days. I couldn't be more proud of where I am today and what I am doing with my life than I ever have been. I get my license back this week and the feeling is un-explainable. I am however still on the fence of whether I should find a sponsor and work the steps, I know I should but sometimes the program drives me nuts. The same people, in the same rooms, telling the same stories.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I thought about that tonight and I am just being ungrateful, I am lucky to be alive. Those same people can bring joy to my life, those stories can bring me back down from my pedestal, and those same stories are just drilling into my head why I am there and how important it is for me to stay sober.<br /><br />Thanks, that's all I got tonight.<br />Stay prepared<br />Keep That PMA<br /><br />Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-648203574817869962014-02-11T22:00:00.000-08:002014-02-11T22:00:07.896-08:00A narrative I had to write for class, thought it came out well.<div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; &nbsp;<b><i><u>&nbsp;I<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 30px;">&nbsp;Guess My Race is Run</span></u></i></b></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">A tapping on glass woke me up from a frigid and miserable sleep on a thin&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">mattress; utter confusion filled my head as I pulled the thin wool blanket over me to&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">block the fluorescent light that persisted on keeping me awake. I wanted so badly to&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">close my eyes and wake up in my own bed and believe that I was not sitting in a jail cell,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">but the harder I tried the more I started to remember glimpses of how I had gotten there&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">the previous night. I sat up and pulled the rough grey blanket around my shoulders to&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">face the correctional officer who was trying to tell me that my bail had been posted and I&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">was to be released within the hour.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; Thoughts started to race through my head faster than I could comprehend them.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The faster they appeared the more fleeting they became. How did I get here? How am&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I getting released? Do I still have a job, when I had no way to call out? As I curl back&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">up into the corner of the cell to look out of the window and watch the new arrests start&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">to trickle in for the night I started to analyze my physical state. All of my jewelry and&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">personal possessions were gone, my mouth was dry and tacky, and then I turned my&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">gaze down to my hands. My left hand was stained with blue chalk between my middle&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">and forefinger, but that was not surprising since I had been playing pool at the bar the&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">night before. What caught my eye next was the state of my wrists, which were covered&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">in scabs and swollen, I must have been fighting the cuffs the night before.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; While starring down at my hands I blocked everything else out, nothing seemed to&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">be able to break me from this trance. A stern voice spoke “Fields,” and broke my gaze,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">the Corrections officer told me he had been calling my name for a few minutes, he was&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ready to escort me outside. The cuffs were put back on with a dull pain as scabs were&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">re-opened. I was taken to the gate just as the sun was setting, the heat of the day was&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">melting away. I was handed a bag with all of my possessions as I starred in confusion&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">with no idea of what I was supposed to do. I quickly snapped back and walked out of&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">the fence still in a haze of disbelief.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; I looked towards the parking lot to see my roommate Tom and my girlfriend Alex&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">standing outside of our white Buick Lesabre. I felt the first hint of freedom as a&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">tremendous burden rose from my shoulders, but weighed heavy on my mind. The&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">doors of the car were open as I approached, and I heard the song that was playing&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">from the stereo, “I fought the law, and the law won” by The Clash. As happy as I was&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">for being out I could not hold a smile for long. Tom noticed and handed me the bottle of&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">whiskey, and for the first time in years I handed it back without taking a sip. I, along with&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">everyone, was in utter bewilderment as I heard myself say “This is the last hangover I&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">am ever going to have.” &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-43204581621104715122014-02-06T10:02:00.001-08:002014-02-06T10:02:24.140-08:00Motorists&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I am going to go on a self entitles cyclist rant because today on my way home I had a guy open his door and start yelling at me about getting out of the road and I am proud of the way that I handled it instead of yelling at him or getting off my bike to beat the shit out of him. He yelled at me to get out of the road and all I said back was "I have the same rights you do."<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I do not think people understand that cyclists have every right that a car does, I can take up a whole lane if I deem it necessary. I am nice enough most of the time to stay as far to the edge as possible but not if I do not think it is safe. I do not think people will ever learn that you are in no way in so much of a rush to endanger another human being... nothing is so important that you need to yell at someone for doing something completely within their rights. Would you drive on the sidewalk and mow down people walking just because you're late for work, which is your own fault in the first place? Maybe I just care too much about other people to understand how these ignorant, for lack of a better term, fucks that cant wrap their head around the fact that if I do not take the space that I need while riding I could seriously get hurt.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;That's all I have for today, gotta go to work, had about 5 minutes to write this between class and work. Keep That PMA. Be kind to others, put them before yourself.Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-19678441741182682422014-01-22T20:47:00.000-08:002014-01-22T20:47:04.019-08:00Some call it talking shit, some call it being honest. Stop, Think, Then react.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I was told recently that I am the type of person that will tell you what you need to hear not what you want. At first I didn't know how to take it and was quite confused and taken back but as I thought about it, it means that I act the way that I say I am. Constantly telling the truth, telling you if you're over-reacting, even telling you to shut up if what you are saying is no where close to constructive. I know I have offended more than my share of people with this in my life but most of that was under the influence of a whole lot of alcohol. If that is the one trait I keep from being a drunk I guess I cant complain.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Posting on here has been tough for the past few weeks because I haven't felt as if I have much to say in regards to struggling or needing an outlet to purge my system of complaints. Bought a new bike, all kinds of new winter riding gear, had a fantastic Christmas with my family that didn't make me have the urge to drink at all. It seems like as long as I abstain from the thought of it or even when I do think about drinking that I can get myself out of the mood extremely easily. Today is 257 days sober, a little over a week and I will be 100 days till a year. This amount of time baffles me, A year ago today I was most likely sitting on my purple couch with some girl, Tom and Rob on the other couch, watching some pointless thing on tv. Splitting an 18 of PBR and passing around a Liter of Henry Mckenna and laughing to myself about Rob being the oldest one there and him having the hardest time taking a shot. We didn't have shot glasses though, well we had a few for special occasions where toasts were necessary, or we got an expensive bottle, I don't know, It rarely happened though. I can still picture the room perfectly, dingy walls from cigarette smoke, tv loud, my red coffee table with a white boarder covered in beer cans from who knows how far back, all of us laughing and making fun of each other with beer and bottle in hand. if it wasn't for the rare expensive nice things in the room it would be the epitome of a punk hole in the wall.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It really amazes me how far I have come in 6 months of living here but I am extremely good at putting on a face and not sharing things that would put a lesser image of me in someone else's eyes. I will openly tell anyone that I have a drinking problem and do not drink but it always turns into a contest of the crazy shit that I've done. I generally walk away after smiling and laughing. I am not proud of who I was so why would I want to tell anyone about the skeletons in my closet? I read a quote recently and i appologize that I do not remember where it is from or who said it "Speak your mind, anyone that minds doesn't matter, and anyone who matters does not mind." Stop caring what people think, do you, have others feelings in mind and do your best not to trample on them but there is no good that comes from a white lie or hiding the truth to protect someone.Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-19804996032265961102013-12-21T23:06:00.000-08:002013-12-21T23:06:15.442-08:00Is escaping the past possible?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Living in the present is not always the easiest thing, even though I have been absent from this blog while living my life, especially when your past haunts you with every new thought. I over analyze every little thing that crosses my path and the things that are still stuck to my shoe that I stepped in years ago. This is not a new thing, in fact this is one of the reasons i drowned myself in Whiskey every night, to escape the stupid and horrible things that I had convinced myself were okay to do because everyone else was and well because I couldnt think straight with a liter of liquor in me daily. Things from my past that I dont really remember doing pop into my head everynight before I go to bed and it is terrifying to me because I am not the same person anymore and do not want to relive experiences of a past life. However, in this life of sobriety that I have chosen, I have no other choice.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I was asked this week to draw a picture of how my brain worked. At first i laughed and smiled and was like "yea, sure, Ill do that..." but then I got to thinking that it in fact is an interesting idea since I still have a shred of artistic ability left after these long years of avoiding drawing. So I started thinking, how does my head work? what would it look like if I described the way thoughts moved around in there and what the hell am I going to do about this. Well there is nothing I can do to make my head stop, well there is but I dont want to drink anymore, but I came up with something that actually describes the inner-workings of the thing between my ears. Imagine looking into a giant bucket and seeing a hundred different very hungry vicious fish all swimming around, splashing, jumping out of the water, and then there is an octopus just swimming along in the circle minding its own business. Everything is so hectic, frantic, busy, fierce, and continuous. I want to be that octopus, not giving a shit about the rest of them, content at doing my own thing and not thinking about the rest. I guess it makes more sense in my head than it does typed out which is funny because it is all in my head.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Whatever, still sober, 227 days today, gotta buy a new bike because my wheels have pissed me off for the last time, weather is amazing, work is great, school is over and I got 5 A's and a B. gym has been kicking my ass, correction I have been kicking the gyms ass and am now up to 156lb's. feels good to look in the mirror and not see a guy who looks like he drinks for a living.<br /><br />Have a Great Day! do something in this amazing weather, its 3 days from Christmas and 75 degrees, yea enjoy it!Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-19173413826451095732013-11-14T21:45:00.004-08:002013-11-14T21:45:57.448-08:00Everyone else gets to do it, why cant I?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I found myself tonight really wanting to find the bottle of a bottle. It was not that today was a hard day or anything just the I have a whole lot of things wound up in my head that I don't even know where to start unraveling it. I've got some family things in there somewhere that I want to bring up but I am afraid of who they might hurt if I ask, I've got concerns for one of my best friends who called me tonight (post wanting to getting drunk) after I got off of work. I decided not to get a bottle, and now its 12:04 so beer is out of the question even if it was an option. Beer does not seem like it would do it for me like a bottle of whiskey would. I think its the fact that I know I can not allow myself to drink that makes me want to, maybe some of that rebellious streak still kickin somewhere in me, who knows. I know that it would only help for the moment but that seems like a huge reward to me at the moment. I guess I just find myself asking the question of why not? and also the question of why? Why can so many people control their drinking and not slip into a hole that no one wants to help you out of because you've dug yourself down so far? Why not just say fuck it and go get a bottle and forget about life for a night? These thoughts never really crossed my mind when I had a milestone to reach, that 6 months was a huge step for me in the best direction I've been in for years and I guess this is when AA is really going to help me.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I am trying to sit here and analyze the situation and what triggered it but nothing is working, I think I just want the thoughts to stop, I want that carefree feeling and I almost thought fora second today that I wanted to be that shithead I used to be. It is too late to call friends and talk to them about it and I don't think I could vocalize it the way I can let it out on here. I really just want to be out of my head, and the thought even just crossed my mind that the bar is still open and last call isn't for another hour but I cant. I have worked too hard to pick up and move, stay sober, go back to school, start a new job, deal with not having a car, and grow up and be a man about the money I owe and the people that I have hurt in my past. I like who I am now which I could not say truthfully 190 days ago. I think my family is finally proud of the path I am on, and I think Kari would be proud of the path I am walking.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When friends or family would say something about my drinking and that I might be an alcoholic I would laugh it off and tell a joke. "whats the difference between and alcoholic and a drunk? an alcoholic goes to meetings." I thought about that a lot this week for some reason as well and I realized how it sounded to a sober person or anyone who has found help through meetings. I realized that it was not a joke at all but I was lying to myself about how bad my problem was. I don't think there are many people who know how bad of a problem I have with drinking, and I think even fewer people know how difficult it is for me to abstain from it, I think my family is in there least of all because I hide so much of the struggle from them to keep this image up and to not seem weak. If you know me at all you know that I loath asking for help, I think it is the biggest sign of weakness and that I am smart enough, or tough enough, or strong enough to figure out how to reach my goals on my own. I have had to break down and ask for help this year more so in the last 6 months that I have been sober than anytime that I can remember and I have not expressed how grateful I am for everything. I fear rejection, disappointing people who care or believe in me, failing, and falling without anyone to help me up. Yes, it is odd that I put that last fear in there when I despise asking for any help at all but I am afraid that the next time I "fall" no one will believe in me anymore, I will be rejected, and most of all I will disappoint anyone and everyone who cares about me.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I apologize that this post is not positive and I have been thinking that the whole time that I have been writing it but there is only one positive spin that I can put on this whole post. Which is that even though I would like to be out of my mind, on the floor, belligerent right now, that I am at home, just cooked dinner(yes its late but I work night shifts), about to shower and go to bed so that I can wake up for class tomorrow, but most of all that I am sober for yet another day and that is good enough for me to feel positive about. Goodnight folks. Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-52794993848859619252013-11-11T11:16:00.001-08:002013-11-11T11:16:24.983-08:00Great weekend!&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;My parents came down to help me celebrate my achievement of being sober for 6 months on Saturday. Turned out to be better than expected, we picked a random hike at Dobie mountain, just off the blue ridge parkway up from Rockfish Gap, which was a beautiful hike. It really reinforces what I am doing out here to have them come and be supportive and show how happy they are of the path that I am on. Take a day and do this hike though, It has a slight uphill at the end to get to the top of the mountain and we extended the hike some to have lunch at a gorgeous shelter along the AT that was one of the brightest shelters I've seen with 2 huge Plexiglas windows in the rear. Great views, great weather, Colors of the leaves were still amazing, and fantastic company always helps.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q8MnB_ouuwc/UoEZCaGJG-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/60JkqvRaLdo/s1600/Dobie+Mountain+Hike+-+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q8MnB_ouuwc/UoEZCaGJG-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/60JkqvRaLdo/s320/Dobie+Mountain+Hike+-+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope my mom likes this picture, hehe.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Did not ride the bike to school today because I went to the gym yesterday and might of worked a little too hard, but being sore is not a bad thing. but sitting at school for 7 hours in between classes might just drive me insane for the next 4 weeks. I thought it would give me a chance to get ahead in homework but it seems that I can not remote connect to the computer I need back in Richmond because of the network here at school. man, that might mean that I have to go to the library....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Getting back to the gym has also been a high priority for me since I am no longer drinking I have had to find other methods to make myself tired enough to fall asleep. Started going to a climbing gym (I think I've already mentioned this) that has a pretty decent weight room as well. Now I'm not a huge fan of lifting weights because I feel like there has to be a way to do the same maneuvers in the real world but I had been finding my strength lacking lately. Which is not too surprising to me because the only exercise I had been getting for the last 2 years was lifting a bottle of whiskey to my lips. After moving to Charlottesville and riding more though I started to notice muscles that weren't there before and it has made me want to become more fit.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I am extremely glad that I had a milestone to reach this week though, I do not know if it was the cold weather or having watched Flight with Denzel Washington but whiskey has crossed my mind a couple times. It's funny though because when I think of drinking I can still taste whiskey. I find myself asking questions in my head about if I Want to drink or if i will ever drink again and there has been some doubt which I really dislike. I think that the urge to drink will always be there, but I believe that the key is to have the willpower to put it together that I have worked so hard to stay sober and to know that as soon as I take one drink all of my thinking patterns will be shifted and I wont stop. I don't know if I am "afraid" to drink again, I think its more of knowing that I can not let myself get back to the way that I was and the best way I know how to do that is to abstain from having anything to drink. I am mentally strong enough to know that I cant, I mean I am able to go to the bar or to a party and not drink, most alcoholics cant even think about doing something that enticing without being tempted at all. Being sober for this long is one of the best things I have ever done in my life, I would not of made the moves to be where I am right now if I had not put it down. It has made me think though, why am I like this? The say that it runs in your family and that with alcoholic parents your'e pretty much guaranteed to be one but neither of my parents are alcoholics and no family members of mine are either. Haha I guess I got "Lucky." I feel more lucky to have figured it out this early in life and been smart enough to correct the problem instead of chalking it up to being young and saying everyone goes through that stage.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Enough about me, Have a Great Day! It is gorgeous outside!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-74335650483179580262013-11-08T21:37:00.000-08:002013-11-08T21:37:05.599-08:00Still the shotgunning champ!I am going to make this one short because I cant think straight with my foot in an icebath but I have been happy all day and celebrating. It has been a really long time and I am beyond proud of myself for what I have done and that I was able to do it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Today I have been Sober for 6 months!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you would of asked me 7 months ago if I thought I could go 2 days without a drink I would of told you no. It has been one of the hardest things I have ever done but luckily I have the best support team in the world! So today at work I bought a 6-pack of root beer and we had a brew party at work and a friend of mine and I shotgunned a root beer just for shits and giggles and I still did it faster than everyone haha. Going on a hike tomorrow with my parents to celebrate as well, Thank you all for being supportive!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Keep That PMA!</span></div>Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-92171453245292404622013-10-29T08:01:00.001-07:002013-11-06T10:03:48.489-08:00Time to rise and grind<div dir="ltr">Got another math class done this morning, these remedial classes feel more like a refresher course because i haven't taken a math class in 6 years. Anyways i passed it, i couldn't figure out a word problem until i was done and went back to it, but i don't think i figured any of them out algebraically, just kind of in my head and common sense. Now I'm sitting outside on this fairly brisk autumn morning realizing that in my rush to get out of the house this morning that I forgot my art supplies. Which isn't a huge deal but always have this voice in my head that says "you want me to carry what on my back all the way up that hill?!" <br />Since my last post I've been hearing a lot about impressing people especially at work because we were supposed to have regional come in and look at the store but also just in life in general it has come up a lot or maybe just in my head. Either way it has given me some time to think about why we think we need to act different to impress certain people..I don't think I ever have to work to impress someone because if you're going out of your to do it than they are not really meeting you or seeing what you are capable of on an everyday basis. I would rather someone be impressed with the work I do everyday which is usually above and beyond expectations. It all kind of falls back to bring honest, I would much rather someone be upset with me because I was honest than hurt because I lied to improve my image. I'm a business major and have worked enough jobs to know that you have to bend truths a little when it come to select things. Most people just think you're an ass for being honest about everything but that leads into self image and how people see you. Yes sometimes you need to fake a few things to better your position and move up at a job but even then they are not seeing the real you. Let me take this full circle and revert back to PMA, stay true, be honest with yourself and others, and be a grown up. If you need up, well fess up, and guess what? It's something you can learn from. </div><div dir="ltr">Sorry for preaching, no you know what, in not sorry. Be the grown ass man/woman that you claim to be and tell the god damn truth. In the end people talking about you might say " oh yes I know them, they can be rude but at least they are brutally honest." </div><div dir="ltr">Week recap.<br />I didn't ride a lot this week, not because of the cold, but because my back has been really tight. Rode to school today and it feels a little better so I'm thinking I need to stretch properly after riding. Went on a decently long hike last Wednesday when class was canceled. We did the rip rap loop but started from the south end so that we hit the view point a little over halfway so we could have something to look at while eating. In all its was a great hike and we had a lot of fun, got the 10 mile loop done in under 3 hours. Made French onion soup for the first time the night before that, it came out great but I was more surprised that I hadn't made it before in all my years cooking. Tonight I'm going to the northface talk at the Jefferson theater, it is a climber talking so it should be a good one! Hopefully. I'm going to feel bad if I drag Celina to this thing and it's boring and sucks. Hope she's okay with me putting her name in this. </div><div dir="ltr">Have a good Tuesday! Sun keeps peeking through the clouds here in Charlottesville but it is still a great day to get out and do something.</div><div dir="ltr">Stay Prepared.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-A2zkjF_Hsvs/UnkapOc_0WI/AAAAAAAAAYk/UcsRqbMp33o/s1600/IMG_20131030_161601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-A2zkjF_Hsvs/UnkapOc_0WI/AAAAAAAAAYk/UcsRqbMp33o/s640/IMG_20131030_161601.jpg" /> </a> </div>Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-68326954229304773912013-10-23T10:27:00.002-07:002013-10-23T10:30:30.204-07:00Football and Hunting Season? Screw that Its Hockey Season!&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I wanted to post on here and thank everyone who reads my blog. There has been an extraordinary jump in readers this week and it really makes me feel that people care. I know most of the people who read here because they're friends or family and they call or text me after they read to ask me about the last post or just to encourage me to continue. You guys are amazing and make me feel as if the things I have to say are actually relevant and meaningful. When I write these I try to write them in the heat of the moment with the experience still fresh in my head and all the things I want to say translated to text as soon as they pop into my never ceasing head. However I find it hard to write when something good is happening or if I am in a good mood because I would rather be enjoying the moment instead of trying to rush back to my phone or my laptop to share with everyone.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJLwnnr2bRo/UmgHq1epYCI/AAAAAAAAATI/RZJVYJGrjBc/s1600/pageviews.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="83" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJLwnnr2bRo/UmgHq1epYCI/AAAAAAAAATI/RZJVYJGrjBc/s320/pageviews.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;That being said this last week has been great, 2 classes have been canceled in 2 days out of 5 classes. That gives me more time to finish the homework and study since tests are coming up, one class ended Monday which leaves me more time but after this math class ends at the end of the month Ill have a few hours break in-between classes on Mondays where it wont be worth leaving school just to ride my bike back up that hill. Work has been great, it is nice to have something to look forward to that I get paid to do and that I get to help people with ideas to cook, which I love to do. Oh and hockey is back on so I really have nothing to complain about besides every bar having football on tv instead of hockey. I would rather watch the Caps play the RedWings than watch football, which is saying a lot being a Pens fan.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I have to say though the worst part about this whole move (which isn't really that bad haha) is that I am in school, work, or in my room studying when it is SO nice outside this time of year! On top of that I have to live vicariously through my dad while he goes backpacking and all I get is the update on how fun it was. I don't have any of my camping gear here so I cant take a weekend trip even if I request off of work. However I might have a few plans in the books to take a dayhike this weekend and a day off in the first week of November to get a 10+ circuit hike in which should be really fun. It has been so long since I've taken a decent hike, so you can imagine the excitement if you know how much I love this stuff. I need to go be a park ranger or something haha something where I can be outside everyday and have enough free time to take the trips that I feel I am missing out on.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<b><i><span style="color: yellow;">One last thing, as always, Keep That PMA</span></i></b></div>Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-25970879233553702622013-10-19T08:53:00.001-07:002013-10-19T08:54:34.247-07:00Turkey Point is Officially Open For Business!&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Since fall break it has been tough to get back into gear with classes, but I guess that is about normal for the middle of the semester. With the weather getting colder it makes me regret taking 9 in the morning classes, couple more layers are required for a brisk A.M. ride especially down the wind tunnel they call Highway 20. Ripped the soles of my vans that I ride BMX in also so the road bike is all I have been able to ride lately which puts a damper on the amount of fun I can have, but there is always fun to be found. I found a climbing gym near my place that isn't too expensive or too extravagant by any means but they have a weight room as well as bouldering and a top rope room as well. It has been years since I have put my climbing gear to use but it might give me the full body work out I need to sleep better at nights.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I have not met too many girls worth their weight in beer cans since I have moved here, well really for the last 3 years since I've been single. I guess I cant really count the 2 straight years that I spent drunk because I'm pretty sure I chased away more than I caught. That's besides the point though, my last post I went on and on about girls now-a-days and the difficulties of dating in this day and age specifically due to technology and social networking. This may be premature but I might of found one worth the time to give a look at. Its been so long since I've found someone who actually stimulates my mind enough to want to be around that I feel like Johnny Depp in Cry-Baby when Uncle Belvidere revials his motorcycle and he starts it up. Don't worry I'll insert a clip so you can enjoy the moment also.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/iotRit7KMDc?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I really don't have much to say today because I don't want to say too much and regret it, then you'll have to hear me complain more, well read about more complaining more. I've also got a lot of homework, then work, then s certain someone is picking me up from work to go to a bon fire. God I feel like I don't even live in a city anymore. That sucks. Sucks to Suck.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll leave you with a joke though.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What does a fish say as a prayer when his family is arguing around the dinner table?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dear Cod, Scampi just get along?</div><br />Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-48417674016437987182013-10-05T21:17:00.001-07:002013-10-05T21:17:14.901-07:00Oh Saturday nights, eat the big one&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I'm gonna go on a tangent here about dating for a minute. I don't consider this bitching but just bear with me for this post. Social networking and cell phone I feel have RUINED the ability to date correctly. Especially for young adults who grew up in this technological age where it started with rushing home to fight your brother to get on AOL Instant messenger. You loss all ability to learn how to speak to people in person, the internet gives us this huge false sense of toughness. Not only toughness but this ability to be whoever you want to be and be comfortable talking to people that you have no confidence talking to in person. How many people strike up random conversations with strangers? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Exactly! I went out with a girl tonight who I have been talking to for a little while now, Why is "talking to" a step in the dating ladder now? whatever, we are not dating, we text and have a few things in common. Every time I have hung out with this girl I do ALL of the talking. I walked her to her car afterwards because she parked near Lee Park and I didn't want her walking back by herself. When did walking a girl to her car become more than chivalrous? Ill answer that myself, Because these douche bag DUDES expect that they should get a kiss for just making sure that they are safe in a sort of sketchy block. ( btw, I feel that dude is an insult, what are we retards and cant remember other men's names? When your'e trying to get another mans attention why would you ever run after them screaming "dude?" Is sir so hard to say? do we have no respect anymore?) Back to where I was, I walk home because I didn't want to make this more awkward than it already was by letting her take me home. When I get home though I check my phone and She had text me already, basically asking me why I didn't kiss her when I walked her to her car. My question is though, don't you think I would of if I thought it was the appropriate time?<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I'm going to say this even though my parents and my grandpa read this. Before I quit drinking it was so much easier to pick up girls just like every other guy at the bar. Bourbon makes me louder, more social, and more outgoing. True, these girls probably were not up to my standards sober and vice versa maybe. Also I have Drastically reduced my chances of meeting girls at bars to zero when I have eliminated bars from my most frequented stops on the way home from work. Screw that though! Why would I want to even entertain someone who believes that spending most of a days work at a sticky bar where you have to throw a few bows just to get a beer and a shot.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I have been single for 3 years come March. I've dated a few girls, nothing longer than a month or 2 in that lapse of time but all the younger girls were ridiculously immature and clingy and all the older ones were even more clingy once they developed feelings. Iv'e been that guy that has pushed too hard before but Iv'e never seen something quite as bad as the last few women I dated. &nbsp;I have only a few select hours of free time that I allow myself to leave unscheduled every week. Between 30-34 hours of work a week, about 45 hours a week for school work, about 12 hours riding bikes, 56 hours sleeping, I don't have time for the bullshit that comes with dating, I just want to be able to have an intellectual conversation with a female human being that I find attractive. I don't want to baby sit you while your'e drunk or blitzed out of your mind. I don't even want to be around you if you are high, I'm cool if you use drugs, do what you want. I don't judge too hard but nothing is more unattractive than a female with no worldly experience and even less one that has no opinions of their own. Have an Opinion! I don't care if it doesn't agree with what I believe in but it gives us something worth a shit to talk about other than the coffee in front of us, school, or work. The last thing I want to talk about is school and work. I work my ass of while i'm at work, and I study my ass off when I am at my desk. Give me a Break! Give me something to look forward to, make me want to be around you for another reason than a physical attraction, because if whats between your legs is all you have to offer I don't want be in your company. Prove to me that there is something between your ears that has a shred of debate and argument in there.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I'm done now. Sorry if that was worthless to read but I had to get some thoughts out and voice my opinion on some blights of our society.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Funny story real fast though. So I started work a week ago, Finally! Well I met all of my co-workers except for one. I met her on Thursday though, She seemed quiet and nice at first. I always give people the benefit of the doubt and learn something about them before I decide if I like them as a person or not. Alright well I'm helping customers and slinging fish like a champ (oh I moved to Seafood fyi) and when it dies down a little bit it comes up that I don't drink. First thing to come out of this girls mouth is "How can you have that many tattoos and not drink?" Jaw dropped, I walk away. Later she asks me "So if you don't drink and don't do drugs what do you do for fun?." &nbsp;I'm flabbergasted at this point, Then I learn she has a kid! I'm not judging young parents or anything like that but put the jigsaw together here... has a kid&nbsp;+ does not know how to have a good time without being one or multiple of drunk, high, blitzed, rolling, tripping, spun, cranked, shitfaced, or shithammered = What are this girls Parenting skills like???<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Now I'm done, hope I got some opinions flowing in your head and stirred up some feelings ( anger, laughter, understanding) or gave you a reason to comment and bitch me out.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; &nbsp; <b><u>Keep that PMA</u></b></div><br /><br />Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-18075064077854844532013-09-26T08:15:00.000-07:002013-09-26T08:15:10.647-07:00Bomb treat at school, Weird dreams, Phones, and More Assholes in Cars&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Normally, if I had a choice I would prefer not to dream. I find them to be uncontrolled and annoying but last night was different, I didn't have a 'happy' dream it was just odd enough to question what was really going on in my head. I understand you can not dream of anyone you have never seen before so these people must of passed me by at some point but they seemed to be my friends. They all seemed to be a bunch of recent college graduate yuppies that had become extremely fond of having my friend and I around, one girl in particular. The friend that was with me was a friend of mine from Richmond who is a tattoo artist, the image of him I kept getting was him answering this phone in a hotel hallways and trying to inform the person on the other line that the hotel did not have a lobby, as soon as he says this the man on the other line says "oh really?"Then the fire alarm goes off in the building and I realize that it is my actual alarm clock. The farthest back I can remember of events in this dream are at a wedding for a couple that is friends with all the recently new friends I have. I was not friends with any of them yet, but that friendship is about to spark right after the wedding pictures are being taken and the couple getting married are complete assholes. As I am walking away from that in the dark there are people all around me and I just say randomly "wow this is why I hope I'm sterile," she laughs and agrees. I do not intend to analyze this dream and find out what it means I just thought it was more strange and vivid than usual.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Phone broke this weekend, just the touch screen though, I can still see whats on it and that I have messages and calls but I can not do anything about it. Since I haven't been working for over 2 months now I don't have the Bones to go buy a new smart phone unless my old roommate sends me the money he owes me. He isn't the most advanced specimen of the human race so asking him to use paypal to send me my money if like asking a 4 year old the volume of a sphere. However I am going to start working this week, FINALLY, all weekend. Just to know there is money on the way is satisfying enough, even thought I should probably put in my paid time off just for a security blanket, oh, and for all the shit I have to pay for. My life is like a small sail boat, when things are going well and the wind is in my sail everything is great but recently it seems like iv'e been sprouting holes in my hull and money is the only thing that will plug it. Well I am out of money, have been for a minute now, and I am going insane because of it. Iv'e been working full time and supporting myself for a while now and now agreed to go back to school and drop down to part time to accommodate the time I will need for class and studying. I guess I am just not used to being this broke.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Enough whiny college student bullshit, weather has been great for riding lately. Went to class this morning and took my final for a math class that had to of been the easiest test Iv'e taken and no where close to as hard as the homework. Rode the bmx bike out there without my backpack so that I could go through town and have some fun afterwords on campus and check out the locations of the local tattoo shops. Ever since I was hit by the car this time I have been extremely paranoid of the Coffin drivers and how poorly they pay attention to what is around them. I have been hit by cars before in various ways and never had this sense of mistrust towards fellow human beings, but when they're driving 2 ton anvils I guess I should always mistrust their judgement and sense of awareness. This town is a hugely bike friendly place in certain areas, others are a deathtrap of speeding cars and ineffective individuals paying more close attention to their phone than to the unprotected, fully exposed living thing on 2 wheels less that 2 feet from their passenger door. Which if you did not know the law in VA for passing a bicycle is 2 feet which is extremely uncomfortable if you have ever had a car fly past you at 55 while you're sweating through your shirt climbing up a hill. Recently I have been able to reach out and touch some of the cars that have been passing me, which is way too close, even though I have a 6'7" arm span.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Carytown Bikes in Richmond made this,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think it is a great idea to remind people that the person on that bike have a family an people who care about them.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TVkdVW5Zf6U/UkRPNCL6vJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QcNmn5Vh5cw/s1600/sonback+-+Edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TVkdVW5Zf6U/UkRPNCL6vJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QcNmn5Vh5cw/s1600/sonback+-+Edited.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-2345509332980999262013-09-19T12:45:00.000-07:002013-09-19T16:21:18.707-07:00This week is nuts&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; This week has thrown every possible thing at me to deter me from my path, but I follow the rules of leave no trace and there will be no trail blazing. I am done with classes for the week which just means that its time to bear down and get my home work done. I can not say that I have ever had this much work to do, but I am not worried about it, it is all just busy work.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Let me get back to my week, Tuesday I got out of class and had to go to a meeting with the store manager at my job. I wasn't exactly nervous, just curious as to what information he needed from me to allow my transfer from another store to process and further more clear me to start working. Well, it seemed that all he wanted to do was bring up things that I had taken the blame for when they were not entirely my fault, worst of all it was over a year ago that these isolated events occurred but they were already expunged from my work record. I leave my meeting after proving all of his doubts to be feeble in an extremely sour mood, I just could not understand how he thought he had the right to question those things. On top of that question my ability to do my job when most of the time I do at least 2 other peoples jobs as well. water under the bridge now, so I left mad which is rare for me recently and knew I needed to go blow off some steam and ride my bike. I get home, change, grab my 20" BMX and start peddling as fast as I can towards anything that I could jump over or off.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;This was working, I was feeling so much better, so much like nothing could hurt me and that my mind was clear. However I stayed out later than expected and it got dark. I was not far from home, maybe a little more than a mile, so I start on my way home with Brody from the Distillers screaming out of my earbuds. I am on the sidewalk coming around a turn, hop of the curb, and start heading for the intersection ahead of me. Yes, I checked over my should to make sure there was no traffic. Well the woman in the car at the stop sign on the street to right of me didn't, or she did not see me (I'm going with the later). Luckily she was probably going about 10 mph, yes rolling through the stop sign, when she hit me.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I go rolling, she comes to an abrupt halt, bike goes flying. Only thought going through my head is the famous family curse "SHIT," so I get up, pick up my bike, and toss it as far as my skinny arms will allow me to. Brody is still in my ear, I cant feel any pain, the woman in the car is hollering at me but all I can see is her mouth moving. I rip out my now almost torn earbuds, and ask her if she even saw the stop sign, I am screaming, she's crying telling me she is sick, and exhausted and got called back into work. I'm not exactly screaming anymore at this point but I started to feel like a parent when their kids gets their first driving infraction. Also the is balling her eyes out and I could not keep putting her down about why she was even driving if she was sick and exhausted and obviously not alert enough. So she gives me a ride home, I get her phone number, not for insurance purposes but because she is going to make me dinner. Bike is fine, I am fine except for a could minor patches of road rash and a bruised hip and shoulder, this pour girl is still texting me to make sure I am okay, and I'm not mad about it. What can I say, she was cute, even crying.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wake up the next morning more sore than I have ever been in my life and walking with a gait in my step. Popped some ibuprofin, ate breakfast, and got on my road bike to be on my way to school. I make it to the same intersection that I got hit at the night before and my bike decides to throw 2 rear spokes on the drive side close enough together that my wheel locks up. 45 minutes till class. Change shoes, pick up bike, start walking home. I get home, change my shoes, dump the extra stuff out of my backpack that I do not need and run out the door with my BMX that I was hit on the night before with 25 minutes till class. This is what we call pure desperation if you knew how short the elevation change is at PVCC from rt20. Made it to class 5 minutes early, which means I made it to the school in the same time it takes me on my road bike. I couldn't fix my spokes last night so I had to do it again today at 8:30 this morning. Funny thing is that even sitting here typing this when my body is bruised, bloody, and exhausted I still really only want to ride.Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-21388608256266913192013-09-16T18:06:00.003-07:002013-09-16T18:13:03.418-07:00Forgot I had nothing for breakfast&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Woke up this morning later than intended, around 10 am. Went downstairs to make some coffee and to make my normal morning bowl of oatmeal, started my coffee like normal, went to the cabinet and grabbed a bowl but then couldn't find the oatmeal. Oh yea... I'm out of that, well looks like a Clif bar for breakfast kind of day. Kind of made this day drag on more than Mondays already do. 3 classes on Monday starting at 2, another at 5, then the last one at 7 that doesn't end till 10 pm. It never fails though that every Monday on the way to school, while listening to music on my phone commuting on my bike, Manic Monday by the Bangles plays while my android shuffles through the immense variety of music it has to choose from.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/XbHxwFxdXXc?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The reason I forgot that I was out of my precious oatmeal was because on Thursday night I made my way back to Richmond for the weekend to take care of a couple things and relax. Got home Thursday and spent some time catching up with my parents, spoiling my dog with scratches, and of course raiding their fridge to make a giant late night snack/2nd dinner. Woke up early Friday morning to get down to the city and walked around till my really good friend got off work, then rode bikes around with him for an hour or two while the sun went down since I did not bring mine back from Cville. That night we had made plans to go to a cookout at my former bosses house, well he was planning on going and after hearing that she was having a cookout I decided that I would pop in and say hello to everyone from work that I had not seen in a few months. I have not laughed that much in a few months and the hospitality was amazing, so was the food but that wouldn't need to be said if you know the couple who was throwing the cookout.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Saturday morning is what I had been looking forward to since Thursday night. After deciding to retreat to Richmond for the weekend I received a call from my friend (different one than the one listed above) that I used to run a Moped shop with that he was clearing out the shop and I needed to come and get my stuff out of it. Well I had been trying to get my bike and things out of the shop for months now but he just had a little girl and was starting a new job so I gave him a little slack on not being able to let me in the shop. When I say shop, what I mean is a garage he rented from a former neighbor of his that he only had a key to, not the smartest business plan on my part to leave my valuables in a place where I had no access to them. However, I got my things and headed back to my parents house. I spent all day Saturday tearing my 80's Puch Maxi apart, rewiring it, and trying to solve the problems it was having. This is what I love to do though, and mopeds are just beyond fun, but what they say is true. Mopeds Mo-problems.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Back in Cville now, out of oatmeal, have a few more bits of homework left to complete, but after the amazing weekend I had I am more than happy to be slammed with a little bit of work for a few hours.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFKcM45GQ_w/Ujep7TkQ2dI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7YM2QO16_-w/s1600/maxi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFKcM45GQ_w/Ujep7TkQ2dI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7YM2QO16_-w/s320/maxi.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh one more thing, if you like Turbonegro, the Norwegian Punk band as much as I do and would like to be part of an awesome community of similar people please contact me about the Turbojugend that I have started in Charlottesville.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.turbojugend.org/">www.turbojugend.org</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-50209275255505123702013-09-05T12:58:00.003-07:002013-09-05T12:58:35.457-07:00Taking the night off and going to the motorcycle shop.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;If I cant build a moped at least I can help my roommate put together his motorcycle. Now I say I cant build a new moped, buuuuuuuut that does not mean that I have built enough in my head for ideas. I've got one planned out, not my dream bike but something for next summer. Building one for Cville is going to be a completely different build than for one in Richmond, cant afford to have a weak low end here. I am going to need a strong bottom end and a strong mid to be sure to climb these hills as well as stop and go traffic in the city. I am not too concerned with top speed in this one. Of course I am going to do a Puch, as much as I would like to do a Hobbit or another variated bike I do not know too much about them at the moment and feel more comfortable with Puchs. Seeing as how scooters and mopeds are stolen here quite often due to the mass amount of scooters on UVA campus I want something that is not a step-through so that I have a sold frame to lock up instead of being able to take off the front wheel and bars and slide the bike out of the lock. I am thinking I will get a Free-Spirit frame and put a top tube on it. Don't have a tank idea yet, could be a top tank and run with the fad but Ive got a few original ideas that Ive never seen that I want to do.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I am the kind of person that can not sit down and not do anything, I need to be wrenching on something or putting a build list together to at least keep me sane and focused. I've finally got time to do this because I made sure to power though a lot of my school work, as well as getting a quiz and a test out of the way. Got a 95 on one and a 100 on math which is amazing because I had to reteach myself algebra, which I was never really good at, In one night when it took me 2 years to learn the stuff originally and 6 years to forget it all.<br /><br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br /><b>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</b>Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-69164452649078224362013-09-02T12:29:00.001-07:002013-09-02T12:29:41.043-07:00Short catch up from the weekend.<p dir="ltr">Sitting in the hallway at school waiting for economics to start, still sweating from the ride here but feeling really good about it. Made it here 2 gears lower and 5 minutes faster than last week, 20% increase is pretty good after just a week of consistently commuting to school.&#160; Got to get away this weekend as well though, met the family out in pearisburg at woodshole to enjoy the mountains and a few short day hikes. It would be nice to be able to do things like that every few weekends but with both work and school it seems like those kind of getaways are going to before more and more rare. On an awesome note though I stopped at a goodwill on my way out of town Friday and found a flannel lined jean jacket to make another vest for 3 bucks...&nbsp; On top of all of that I think I am finally gaining weight back and actually had to move up a belt size. Being a skinny guy with a bottomless pit of a stomach its nice to finally see some improvement and results from sch a short amount of time spent back in the saddle. This is my first post from my tablet so I really didn't have shit to as, just wanted to see how it worked, glad I could waste a few minutes of your busy life with my boring ranting <u>haha</u><br></p>Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-34080709240033325292013-08-28T16:03:00.002-07:002013-08-28T16:03:54.387-07:00Rain or Shine shit still has to get done.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Well with my first week back at school coming to an end it is feeling like this semester will not be so bad. Remembering study habits and keeping a good sleep and nutrition schedule are really the only things to worry about. Working at and getting a discount at a grocery store helps with the nutrition, there is really nothing to worry about when it comes to being active seeing as I commute to school on a bike everyday. If you know Charlottesville you know the hill leading up to PVCC, but its getting easier everyday not that it was every too huge of a challenge. I am glad this first week is done with though because the first day in these classes is worse that high school "Please introduce yourself with the name that you prefer to be called and tell the class something about yourself." I think everyone in my classes understands I like bikes now tho...<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Today was the first day I had to commute in the rain here though, was not a downpour or anything when I left around 1 pm but was still wet when i made it to school. The water is not what makes it uncomfortable to ride in the rain, it is the wet roads, the speed daemon in your legs telling you to pedal faster and not stop, and then the voice of reason in the back of your head reminding you to slow down, give yourself room for braking. Of course I wore a white shirt under my rain jacket and didnt remember about the cast off the rear wheel was spraying all over my ass and lower back. I have been able to tell a difference in myself more and more as time goes on since I quit drinking and started working out more. First it was my mind and energy levels, then standing up straight again, now I actually feel stronger and more alert.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Oh, but I did get caught in a torrential downpour when I got back from class and decided to go for a walk and grab a bite to eat. It was not bad while walking there (only about 8 blocks) but on the way back I got hit by a little heavier rain and then it just started coming down. Really felt like a kid walking in the rain laughing my ass off each time it started raining harder. Just my luck as soon as I get home and change it stops raining haha.Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-81270208140335547732013-08-25T21:13:00.001-07:002013-08-28T16:08:04.230-07:00Back to school, Back to school &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/fJSrjW9Wc4A?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Well school starts tomorrow, going back is a little weird. Most of the people I will be in classes with were not even in high school when I graduated but from my stand point that is not an advantage. Sure I have more worldly experience and know what I am there for and that I am not looking to just sit in the class and wait to go home and drink or hang out with friends. Living in a new city is strange because, well this is the first time I have relocated myself to start over. I have one friend here that I am in contact with but she seems to be more preoccupied with work and other things. Not the worst thing I have experienced in my life by any stretch of the imagination. I guess some of the reasons that school did not work to well for me the last few times that I went was that it was so easy to skip and go hang out with friends or just stay in bed with my girlfriend at the time. I think I just lacked a the maturity to focus on something that would actually help me in my future instead of what was right in front of me. Later found out what was right in front of me was a huge opportunity and a whole lot of people that would let me down who were my "friends." I guess you have to be dumb and young at some point, well that part of my life is done. Now I am in no means saying that I will never do dumb things again because, well I like doing them. The things I consider dumb are exponentially more intelligent than the things I have been doing for the last 2 years, but I guess I get to hold on to a few of those things that I've learned to treasure doing.Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-87582950568325883532013-08-24T12:14:00.003-07:002013-08-24T12:14:45.708-07:00Family First&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I've come to notice more recently, especially in public, that when I am with my family it is like someone is playing this song in the background and I am the big bowl of bird seed<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/ueZ6tvqhk8U?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueZ6tvqhk8U<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I find this funny most of the time but from time to time the looks start to pierce the skin when I look around and realize a few things about the rest of my family. All of them college grads, all immediate family is in a fraternity/sorority, and most of all none of them wear clothing that says "die yuppie scum" on the back or a Black Flag Slip It In shirt with a nun holding onto a naked mans leg. Dont get me wrong my parents and brother are no where to to squares or preppy rich kids, but it makes me think how I turned out to be the tattooed, pierced, obscenely angry person who is actually related to these collar shirt, khaki, and boat shoe wearing parents.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Riding my bike gives me a whole lot of time to think about nothing but thats infront of me, but it also gives me time to think about simple things. Things like my dad being in boston for a few years in the very early 80s and what punk and hardcore bands he had seen without even knowing that they were big in my life. The fact that I wouldnt be riding a bike if it was not for him being a mechanic, or forcing my parents to teach me to ride a bike at 3 then my brother was learning at 5 because I didnt want to be left out. Put that in a big mixing bowl with the mindset and stubbornness I got from my mother and it seems after you bake it that I am whats is the finish product when that oven buzzer tells you its done. I dont think I would be anywhere close to who I am without my brother. I've learned that those early fights and bickering are really only to prepare you for life and people more hardheaded than myself.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I dont mean to sit here and say "appreciate your family while you can" because that should be an understood fact of life. Before this year and recent events I never took that as seriously as I should of and didnt understand how similar we all were. Dad is always that one person I can express mechanical frustration to and ask for help from but dont expect him to give too much of an opinion willingly, kinda gotta pry that out but when he does give it willingly man it worth hearing. Mom is one of the hardest workers I have ever know, fights for whatever she wants relentlessly(within reason), and I can see where she gets it from looking at her parents and family. I am not going to delve into the relationship with my grandfather because I would like to save that for a separate post. He is though the one person I can always call, never judges, and is always in my corner wiping of my gloves and shoving me back out there when I can barely stand because he knows I can do it. It is tough to write about my brother because he is a huge part of my life but also very distant and even harder to crack than my father. You wouldnt even think we were brothers standing next to eachother but once we get talking and laughing you can tell that we are close and have more in common than not.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; This isnt a post to tell you to go embrace your family and make every memory happy because we all know that sometimes that is not possible. As long as I can make my family happy and proud the rest of the world could very well not exist. It all comes back to sitting at dinner with my family and singing that song in my head as I look around. None of that seems to matter when I start laughing with them and remember that no &nbsp;matter what is on or in my skin these people are mine, no one else will every have the relationship that I have with them. No matter who my brother marries, no matter how many suburban soccor moms and their family walk by and pull their kids away as I make loud and probably inappropriate jokes that my family has become accustomed to with me and seem to snicker at. No matter how annoying they could get they are mine. Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-8630601126888203932013-08-23T20:52:00.000-07:002013-08-23T23:19:21.350-07:00From grinding my gears and burning my bridges to forging new teeth and mending with stone.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It seems to be something that not everyone can handle.<br />One of those things that "brings out the truth in people."<br />It makes some vile, some more likable or sociable, some it just makes relax.<br />It can ruin lives as well as strengthen or weld bonds.<br />It can help celebrate, save some use it to help mourn.<br />Can get you into more trouble than it is worth, or more fun than you have ever thought possible.<br />Could be that One "friend" who always is in your corner when no one fights for you.<br />It can be a crutch, a wheelchair, a chambermaid, or refreshment.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Missing it makes you feel as empty as a bed with missing spouse to warm it.<br />Without it nothing seems to feel like you are doing it right.<br />Normal life does not feel so normal anymore.<br />That haze it gives is welcomed with open arms and embraced as an old friend.<br />That touch could also be the embrace of death for this one or others.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Without it one only has themselves to be truthful with.<br />Stuck with everything trapped inside to dwell on constantly.<br />Finding that that "haze" was only a drug induced coma.<br />That there is more to live for than this easily purchased excuse to escape.<br />Learning the value of what is beneath your feet as well as the 6 feet above them.<br />Learning that sustenance can come from things that are not false advertisers of it.<br />Propelling something inside to move forward as if your chest had suddenly been filled with stone about to topple.<br />When you've learned to walk you notice its easier than before.<br />That you haven't forgotten to ride a bike and that you only need to lube the chain.<br />It all makes sense once the gears are cleaned of the old factory grease and brought back with fresh new beginnings.Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161721456197223820.post-49524190408599169252013-08-23T17:14:00.000-07:002013-08-23T20:31:45.713-07:00Been here a few weeks now&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; More bored than a spider monkey in a box with nothing to climb. Moved to Charlottesville VA to go back to school at PVCC. A little back story, I was born in Ponca City Oklahoma but without remembering much the family moved to Chesterfield VA so the rents could better themselves in their careers. I graduated high school in 3 years to allow myself to pursue a dream of hiking the Appalachian trail with my father in 2010 (the 100th anniversary of Scouting) but that was killed for me by my own destruction of not training and having the young male mentality of being unbreakable. Next I tried the army, that didnt pan out for the same reason but separate body part. Moved into the city of Richmond for a few years, worked at a bike shop for a while, then back to cooking for the business I worked for in high school. Quit that job for the current job I hold at Whole Foods, also picked up working and riding 2stroke mopeds. This life was short lived for one with nothing better to do but work and drink, lets just say I am the type of person who cant just have one sip of whiskey. This led to dui that I have to say has been a huge turning point in my life as well as, dare I say it, the thing that might of saved my life.<br /><div><br /></div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;So where are we now? I moved to Charlottesville as planned, With nothing but my Douglas race bike, Kink bike co. bmx bike, new Chromebook, and a few of my worldly possessions. I have found many things to pass my time while waiting to start work here such as, riding, finding new music, &nbsp;exploring the city that is new to me, eating healthier/ a diet that supports how much riding I am and will be doing. Save for one thing, my mental state has never been one that I have been too boastful of. Drinking was easy, helped me sleep, but I found most of all that it stopped that one thing I didnt not value as highly as I should, my relentlessly forever moving brain, yea that thing between my ears that have yet to heed direction or help. Save I've always been a pessimist, always seen the bad in people and situations, but by listening to music that I love and was introduced to by great people I started to pick something out and started to learn from it. I have since this revelation I have adopted a "PMA" mindset. I know basics about the origin, but I do not feel that it is a topic that you must understand where it comes from to be able to master it. Now I do not claim to be nor do I feel I will ever be able to be completely positive, but I have learned that if I have a negative thought I need to stop and think of alternatives. Keeping a positive mental attitude is one of the more difficult things I've forced on myself. So much that I needed a constant reminder on my wall to wake up to every morning, afternoon in some cases unfortunately, and take a deep breath and remind myself of its purpose.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It rained today, so I could not train as hard as I wanted to, but I did get a good breakfast of oatmeal with some brown sugar, a clif bar an hour or 2 later, and about to eat dinner consisting of chicken and sweet potato. I got about a 30 minute leg bases exercise in today with squats, lunges, wall sits, calf raises, nothing special just dont like sitting idle all the time watching Moped Army and building an e50 in my head for when i get my license back. This blog is more of a personal thing to get things out of my perpetually moving head, also to keep me from my lifelong habit of biting my nails which I have stopped doing but when something itches now i end up leaving it looking like Freddie Kruegers winning lottery ticket.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZoKh801my0/Uhf6cwdasoI/AAAAAAAAADM/q4gzck5l1bk/s1600/ResizedImage_1376710351856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZoKh801my0/Uhf6cwdasoI/AAAAAAAAADM/q4gzck5l1bk/s320/ResizedImage_1376710351856.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div>Jon Fieldshttps://plus.google.com/108418373695320251848noreply@blogger.com0Charlottesville, VA 22903, USA38.0335948 -78.5887950999999737.833356800000004 -78.911518599999965 38.2338328 -78.266071599999975